Recovery (closed, Kusuriyuri/Kurama, likely NSFW)

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Hands charred, nasty gash on the chest, various wounds from fire and shrapnel littering his face and arms... Kurama certainly did not look like the epitome of health. He didn't feel like it either, but managed to not limp in view of anyone as he made his way to the rooms he and Kusuriyuri shared.

Even though he felt like he'd taken a stroll through the London Blitz, it wasn't his health he was concerned about. He could smell Kusuriyuri's blood thicker here, but he could also hear the cats, and Kusuriyuri speaking to them softly. With that small relief, he pushed the door open with his shoulder, sliding in and leaning against the door as it closed again with a little sigh.

"Koi," he said softly, keeping the rage at his old foe at bay until he could get the scope of the situation, "please tell me Karasu didn't actually blow your leg off."

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"You can't do that with a futon," he murmured, eyes closed, more focused on Kusuriyuri's fingers in his hair, and the skin under his hands. "Anything is good."

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Kusuriyuri continued to caress Kurama's hair, his ears. "Itoshii," he murmured softly. "Your hands? How do they feel?" he asked.

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"Trying not to think about them," he admitted, clenching one fist experimentally. The pain wasn't excruciating, but it wasn't pleasant, either. "To touch is good. More might be too much."

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"What is needed is offered," Kusuriyuri murmured, his fingers slipping down to Kurama's neck. "Anything Itoshii needs, it will be given," he murmured softly.

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"I just need you, Koi," Kurama murmured. He tilted his head and placed a soft kiss on Kusuriyuri's stomach, lingering maybe a little longer than was strictly chaste. "And knowing you're all right."

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"I will recover, Itoshii," Kusuriyuri murmured. "You need not restrain yourself for my sake, Itoshii. Anything you need," he murmured, his fingers stroking Kurama's shoulders. "I will be more at ease when you are more yourself."

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"I'm not myself when I don't pounce you in crazed lust, eh?" He laughed, laying more kisses on Kusuriyuri's skin. "Or is it that you're trying to tempt me?"

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Kusuriyuri chuckled a little. "It is rare you do not," he said. "If you are holding back for my sake, then do not. As long as you are gentle, and it is rare you are not, there is no need for concern." He brought his fingers up to caress Kurama's cheek. "You have said my presence is tempting enough. Shall I try to tempt you?" he teased solemnly.

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He grinned, rising up on his elbows to look his lover in the face. "I think that should be rephrased as 'shall I succeed in tempting you,' and I will not argue with it."

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That elicited a laugh from Kusuriyuri. "You have said my presence tempts you. I only need be here to tempt. But," he said, letting the words trail off while he focused on directing his energy along Kurama's skin, teasing those places he knew to be sensitive.

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Kurama shuddered. When Kusuriyuri put forth even the slightest bit of effort to be tempting, it was impossible to resist him.

He bent his head again, kissing the flesh just under Kusuriyuri's navel. He was more than wiling to reciprocate temptation.

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Kusuriyuri hummed softly, pleased. He knew Kurama needed the intimacy, the sensuality to heal. It bothered him a little that his lover hadn't come to him for the wound on his chest, but he also knew of his pride. He shifted, moving his legs a little, what he could without pain, opening himself to what Kurama needed and wanted. Ore no baka na itoshii, he sent along the energy still flowing between them, his tone full of fondness and the beginnings of pleasure.

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I know, he sent back, trailing his kisses lower, teasing. And I'm sorry. I'll not be an idiot like that again.

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You shall find a new way to be an idiot, Kusuriyuri teased, a soft moan in his physical voice. His hands moved to Kurama's ears, encouraging him with finger tips and nails.

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If you insist, he answered, moving to the sensitive place just where groin met thigh, the kiss now more tongue than lips.

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I do not insist; it is your nature, Kusuriyuri teased, moaning both physically and across that particular band of communication. His fingers caressed Kurama's scalp, to his neck and shoulders, encouraging him.

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He purred softly, running his tongue just around, but not quite on, Kusuriyuri's erection, savoring not only the taste but the feel of him. If asked, he wouldn't be able to say he'd ever get tired of doing this, listening to the way Kusuriyuri moaned and encouraged in that soft, demure way of his.

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Kusuriyuri was more than willing to encourage Kurama with his soft moans, his gentle touches. He rolled his hips slightly, almost embarrassed at the wantonness of the action, but he was almost more aware of Kurama's need for intimacy than his own restraint. "Itoshii," he murmured, soft, pleading, needy.

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Kurama couldn't ignore an invitation like that, and while any other time he might tease longer, now wasn't for teasing.

He traced his tongue along the underside of Kusu's erection, lingering at the tip before taking it slowly - very, he couldn't not tease a little - into his mouth.

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Kusuriyuri cried out, his voice a little louder than it had been. His hands slid back into Kurama's hair, not to encourage him, but to drag his nails along his lover's ears, knowing Kurama enjoyed that. He moaned, watching Kurama as his lover enjoyed his body, enjoyed himself.

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Kurama moaned, his back arched up in a tense curve, shivering in absolute delight. He drew Kusuriyuri in further, sighing around him as he relaxed again. Being touched like that... ah, it felt too good. It was all he could do to reciprocate.

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Pleased with the reaction he got, Kusuriyuri repeated the action, adding his energy to the touch, continuing to use just his nails on Kurama's ears. He made no effort to stop any of the sounds that filled his throat.

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He had to pull off this time, lest he choke and make an ass out of himself. He couldn't help it, the pure pleasure made him laugh, a little giddy. "Aah, Koi," he kissed the inside of Kusuriyuri's thigh. "That's almost too good."

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"Only almost?" Kusuriyuri asked, trying to tease, but his voice carried with it want for more. He managed not to whimper when Kurama pulled away, but only just barely.

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"Not too good to stop," he purred, running his tongue along the underside of Kusuriyuri's cock, pulling the tip into his mouth with a little moan.